Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.